Here a little child I stand Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall

Give me a man that is not dull, When all the world with rifts is f… But unamazed dares clearly sing, Whenas the roof’s a-tottering; And though it falls, continues sti…

Here, a little child, I stand, Heaving up my either hand: Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to thee, For a benison to fall

The mellow touch of music most dot… The soul, when it doth rather sigh…

Drink wine, and live here blithefu… The morrow’s life too late is; Li…

Time was upon The wing, to fly away; And I call’d on Him but awhile to stay; But he’d be gone,

In man, ambition is the common’st… Each one by nature loves to be a k…

Welcome, maids of honour, You do bring In the Spring; And wait upon her. She has virgins many,

IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess,    Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed,

Every time seems short to be That’s measured by felicity; But one half-hour that’s made up h… With grief, seems longer than a ye…

Great men by small means oft are o… He’s lord of thy life, who contemn…

Fled are the frosts, and now the f… Reclothed in fresh and verdant dia… Thaw’d are the snows; and now the… Gives to each mead a neat enamelli… The palms put forth their gems, an…

A Gyges ring they bear about them… To be, and not seen when and where… They tread on clouds, and though t… They fall like dew, and make no no… So silently they one to th’ other…

Wrinkles no more are, or no less, Than beauty turn’d to sourness.

You may vow I’ll not forget To pay the debt Which to thy memory stands as due As faith can seal it you. —Take then tribute of my tears;